El Ultimo Rey

Yeah, yeah, still breathin’ This ain't no fable This the gutter saga Fuck your peace We talkin' war 'til the grave, Cabron Blood on my sneakers Ghost on my breath I track mud in your mansion Blood on my flesh This ain't no game, this ain't chess Bitch This motherfuckin’ death You lookin' for trouble I'm the address 4 block, 4 deep I promise you pain That'll wake you from your sleep Every smile got a shank Every handshake a lie Say my name wrong I swear to Christ, you gonna die Yeah, lights flash blue I don't flinch, I just grin Cops want stories I don’t let ‘em in Hunger in my lungs Smoke in my skin God left the block So we live in sin Sin perdón Sin fe, la bala es mi ley Still walk proud I was born in hell You lookin' at the damned I was born in the hell they preach Tryna catch me slippin’? Vete a la mierda, pendejo El último rey No descanso, no paz Knife on my chest I dream of their death Streets built me cruel Baptized in the fire Every ounce of respect You earn it or you expire Streets built me cold Baptized in stress Every scar I carry Yet still look blessed Your fake friends count your paper I count the bodies I drop They’ll toast your name Then call the Federales to the spot Ten toes down I trust in the steel, the metal, the nine Respect ain’t given It’s taken It’s yours or it’s mine You run your mouth I run your entire damn block We run the fade We don't punch We just empty the Glock I walk with the dead They whisper, “Mátalos a todos” Pledge to the dollar Take everything I command it all You think you large I'm colossal I'm the ultimate threat I put fear in the eyes of the devil What the fuck you expect El último rey No descanso, no paz Knife on my chest I dream of their death Streets built me cruel Baptized in the fire Every ounce of respect You earn it or you expire Balas y rezos Same conversation Death on my line Missed call from salvation Every night colder Every breath divine I built my throne out of chalk outlines El último rey No descanso, no paz Knife on my chest I dream of their death Streets built me cruel Baptized in the fire Every ounce of respect You earn it or you expire Streets built me cold Baptized in stress Every scar I carry Yet still look blessed Yeah… still ain’t no saints here, bitch Just kings made of pain El último rey, siempre